Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.